something is wrong. like a slightly out of tune piano, the current aura surrounding the games felt peculiar. the victors have yet to step foot into the arena, and already does madge suspect that some underlying force would alter the games in ways they least expected. she clutches the charm of her necklace out of a habit, her free hand coiled self soothingly around her waist. it is her obligation as someone whoâs never entered the arena, someone who never had a relative reaped (not including an aunt reaped prior to her conception), to remain composed and steadfastâ a grounding presence for those around her. it is the least you can do, they remind themself, pleading with their heart to decelerate.Â
the count down is replaced with a dull ringing that pervades all her senses. an unfortunate side effect of playing in an orchestra for so longâ and one that seemed aggravated further by stressful situations. the crashing of a chair in a nearby room whisks her away from her anxieties. madge shudders in response, whirling on her heels to uncover the source of the noise.Â
they are met with their dear friend peeta mallark, a reoccurring presence since their early childhoodâ and one of the few friends she maintained contact with after her departure to the captiol. their present condition is alarming. madge hurries to his side, eyes returning momentarily to the screen, and it abruptly dawns on her that there is a significant amount of tributes missing. katniss and peetaâs child, for one. she instinctively reaches for peeta and eventually retracts, not wanting to startle them further. compassion is woven throughout her composed demeanor. âyou donât have to apologize for having emotions,â madge insists. âhow are your injuries. do you need medical attention?â
OPEN STARTER | capping at five ( 0 / 5 )
a sharp, ragged gasp is what slices through the air when they awake, feeling every bit as in pain as if they were the one to go back into the arena. it takes peeta a moment to remember the events that had occurred before waking, to remember why they can hear their heartbeat racing in their ears and why it hurts to take a deep breath, why there's sweat pooling on their forehead and why there's a deep, gut-wrenching panic that drives them out of bed despite wanting to rot away in it for however long it takes to stop feeling like this.
it's not unlike when he wakes from a nightmare, though it is when his first instinct is to reach over in bed for katniss that he fully realizes. it plays back in his mind - it was no nightmare, though it felt like one had come to life. dragged from her arms, watching with faded vision as she screams for him going up the tube and unable to reach him, unable to scream back, unable to do anything until there's a blunt force against his head that makes everything go black entirely.
peeta, by some unknown driving force, makes it to the nearest television, right when the bloodbath occurs. the cameras are everywhere, it's getting harder and harder to see who is who with all the panic and running. until he does see her, and then he can't not see her in every shot. but something's wrong - he's not there.
the blood in their veins runs ice cold and the lightheadedness swells behind their eyes, not realizing they've stumbled a bit and gripped onto the nearest chair with a white-knuckled grip. peeta tries, he tries, to take a deep breath, and another, and another, tries to level themself but none of it works. anger and remorse fill his veins and he isn't sure when the chair he gripped had ended up on the floor in his rage but his head is in his hands now, that much he knows. it was all for nothing - every single bit of it, every attempt to get them out. katniss - oh, what must she think? the worst, probably. that they've taken both her husband and her son from her - this makes them turn to the tv again, watching her in action, fear gripping at him entirely until the sound of someone approaching makes him jump. peeta looks around at the scene before him, wishes he could regain what semblance of composure he might have, but it's all stripped too thin. "sorry," they mumble. "i hadn't meant to make a scene."
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mixing up the names of her tributes is likely her first major mishap. while sheâs more than aware that thereâs only two names she needed to remember, and that she had nearly a week to memorize them, it didnât make the task any less burdensome. besides, if their chances at winning were anything along the lines of priscillaâs escorting abilities, then theyâd likely be slated to die. stillâ she frames her dazzling features with a brilliant smile, assuring them that theyâd perform excellently, and reminding sheâd be cheering them on through it all.Â
when the goodbyes are concluded, priscilla unlaces her facade ever so slightly, allocating her just enough room to finally relax. weariness afflicted her, a consequence of too much smiling. she saw little use in watching the countdown and instead retreated to the balcony to momentarily enjoy a cigarette. a nasty habit picked up at some point during her rebellious years, but one she made no effort to quit. a calm washes over her after the first few drags. her body is pressed against the balcony, overlooking the surrounding landscape.
the arrival of another person results in priscillaâs abrupt disposal of the cigarette, utterly unaware that it now occupies the hair of some unsuspecting victim below. itâs an involuntary reaction resulting from years of hiding the habit from her parents. she pivots on her heels, eager to put a face to the person before her. theyâd better have been worth her cigarette. though not sure who she expected, it certainly wasnât her. even worse, the woman looked rather ill, and priscilla hadnât a caretaking bone in her body. so sheâs keeps her distance. âalright, darling?â she asks with a saccharine look.Â
a viewing party for opening day , someone else's place / savannah + open !
saying goodbye to her tributes was no easy feat , district six seemingly chained to her like a lock without keys . each step they took further away that morning was a tug on her heart , a subtle beat of pain to replace the blood pumping through her veins . the start of the games was always the hardest because it was the most real itâd ever get for savannah . once they were in the arena , the scissors were always nearby to cut any tether connecting her to them , but that tether was more complicated now . she had to worry about artemis , watch them fight for their lives for god only knew how long . and she preferred solitude at this time , but sheâd been invited to a viewing party . who was she to decline and act shady on the day that mattered the most ?
the party sickens her before the countdown even starts , drink in hand while other began cheering and laughing in anticipation around her . the dissociation hits momentarily , briefly , until the countdown is over . thatâs when everything became muffled around her , eyes taking note of the fact that there were a handful of tributes missing . was she going crazy ? shock freezes her until a flash of artemis comes over the screen and the drink in savannahâs hand is set aside instantly . she sneaks away , feeling like she canât breathe , and pushes the doors to the balcony open for some fresh air . palms meet the balustrade , knuckles shading white as her body sways ever so slightly in the wind . savannah found herself taking a seat just then , legs becoming tucked as the strange silence of the streets clashed with the deafened chatter from the party inside .
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priam resists rolling his eyes. his cousin's priorities are intriguing, to say the least. it's difficult to blame him, when he's led a life that didn't require him to do anything otherwise. âhopefully the party is to your standard. we wouldn't want you to begin your duties on a sour note.â his cordial tone is intermingled with sarcasm heâs unable to resist. âi donât know why i even asked.â seriously though, heâd known the answer long before the statement ever left his lips. wellâ if lucius so happened to wake up one morning with a spontaneous change of heart, then heâd hopefully be the first one to know. heâd focus on that instead of mulling over the unnecessary space being used through his presence. âwell, if youâre ever feeling especially generous, you know where to find me.â
"hey im always down for a delay. i hear there's a party tonight anyway. the last thing i need is to be stuck on gamemaker duty until the early hours of the morning like i will be every day for who knows how long." he scoffed at the next words, rolling his eyes. priam should have known him better than to think he was ever in search of ways to make himself useful. lucius had never been useful a day in his life why start now? "not really. unless it benefits me in some way, then i'll think about it."
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As Adalina investigates the faces of her fellow victors, only a few faces manage to stick out from the rest. The majority belong to victors that began to blend together over time. Nearly forty years have passed since her own victory, after allâ she could only keep up with the games for so long before they become unbearable. Sheâs bore witness to nearly a thousand children being ushered to their deathâ something that never grows easier with time. The promised numbness, a relief meant to come with time, never reaches her. Not when Jamie and Zea would perpetually be at risk for the first eighteen years of their lives.  She watches the victors, knowing it could easily be her daughters in the near future. That is how the heedful mother, intent on safeguarding her children by any means necessary, winds up in the folds of the rebellion. They could not be met with the same fate.Â
Her gaze lingers on Jamesonâ on Jem, longer than she initially intended. Wistfulness briefly passes over her countenance before promptly being replaced with practiced stoicism. Stay alive, something within her commands. You donât get to die on us just yet. Not while their daughter is in the arena alongside them. Adalina resumes her examination of the present victors when it dawns on her that sheâs already successfully parsed through the sea of faces. Thatâs strange. Another once-over is given, and sheâs met with the same results. The third and fourth inquests produce the same resultsâ each further invoking alarm within the woman until sheâs downright panicking. A desperate look is launched in Jemâs direction. Her daughter is not with her as plannedâ and sheâs meant to process this newfound knowledge in tandem with Templesmithâs countdown.Â
Rage surges through her. Staying alive becomes more imperative than ever. She remakes her anger into something akin to determination. At several points in Adalinaâs life, she is faced with the same dilemmaâ persevere or die trying. Not a moment would be wasted in the pursuit of her daughter. The gong sounds, and Adalina is overtaken with the same vigor that propelled her through the last games. The platform is far behind her now, but Adalina isnât running toward the weapons. Instead, she disguised herself in the snow and foliage, knowing that she was not likely to obtain a suitable weapon the traditional way. When an unsuspecting tribute walks into her path, snow is launched in their face before Adalina sweeps their legs from underneath themâ using the distraction to wry the machete from their grasp. She decides not to push her luckâ leaving the tribute where they were and continuing on her way.Â
Some hours have passed, and still no sign of Zea. No sign of Jem since first entering the arena. Adalina astutely maneuvers through the snow, perpetually on the defense. The thunderous voice of an unknown woman fills her ears. Her words are painstakingly precise. While she wasnât out for blood, she wouldnât be victimized either. Adalina undeniably related to such a stance, which is why she ultimately risks revealing herself to a perfect stranger. âI donât take kindly to commands from people half my age,â she warns, her machete slightly lowered as she approaches the woman from a comfortable distance. âIâm no monster. Not even this godforsaken arena could turn me into something Iâm not.â Her expression is appraisingâ itâs still undetermined if this was all some grand facade meant to end her life. âAdalina Chen. And to whom am I speaking with?â
WHO:Â Nilani Tippori & OPEN
WHERE:Â Somewhere into part of the forest, ( exact location unknown )
Had game makers taken a look at security footage of level three - seen the copious amount of notes and red string crossing from one edge of the common room to another? Had they known that Nilani, alongside Volt had figured it out and was that why there was a delay? Was it an invented reason to change the entire layout of an arena? No matter the questions that a brilliant and genius woman wanted to ask and snarl at the sky, seeing the slight glimmer or shielding far above too high to reach or shoot at it was fucking freezing. Nilani was cold, carrying a pack on her shoulders. There were two or was it three she had simply snagged along with the knives meant for her and the glorious spool of wire and various pieces of electrical equipment. None of it looked like it could make anything but Nilani's favor any of them could prove to be a needed conductor after all gold was highly conductive. Those things were rapidly stuffed in a bag and hands snatched and grabbed. The final thing she grabbed appeared to be bulky and Nilani had not opened it yet. It could be a tent, it could be climbing gear, it could be a gag and be a giant stuffed bunny - it could be helpful or a hindrance. Nilani cut through the snow as best as one could and while it made sense to move - to run towards warmth and the smell of the fire already set the District 3 member needed to find a safer place than the one they would all run to before linking up. Was there cause to believe rebels would save them in these moments? It was do or die and hypothetical saviors could not be relied upon in the moment when blood was on the snow.
In the thickness of a part of the forest, unsure if any had followed her, Nilani was trembling, teeth chatterings, and flickers of her mind already too cold forced the idea of the last time she felt warm. Cuddled and curled up in oodles of pillows and blankets that smelled like - no. Nilani could not think of softness, of someone she loved that was what could be considered a million miles away watching from a monitor making colorful commentary next to an overrated buffoon. Hita needed their sister. Hita would not know the howling of animals or the breaking of branches or even a loud approach, which made a victor sick with worry enough to shove the idea of the sun far from her. Setting down her packs, the large pack the rebel victor slipped to the sharpest knife. Things were set against a tree, and feeling an overwhelming sense of dread beyond the cold felt like a do-or-die moment. This could be the end and they'd barely made it through the first few hours. Brandishing it in her hand Nilani was aware beyond the knife something else was present with her and around her person. Sure there was the smell of blood, and that could have come from her or the knife that was wielded, but standing in ankle-deep snow staring in the direction of where instinct shouted at her to watch, she called. "I will not be merciful if you want to come at me. Now is your best chance, not sure if the blood is mine or someone else but step forward," Nilani growled, half to warn the approaching dread and half to hide how freezing cold she was. One arm was lifted to act as a block, and the sparkling instrument of death was gripped tightly, ready to drive home. "Fight me if you dare - I won't be hunted like prey. We're all monsters here so fight like one or say your name"
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little camera, huh? cressidaâs eyes narrow in defense of their camera, resentful of the womanâs mischaracterization. they hadnât been the one just walking into peopleâs shots all willy-nilly. thereâs no mistaking the otherâ just as unsettling dewitt sister. (they are aware theyâre are more, but these two commanded a special kind of fear. if they werenât so intimidating, they mightâve made excellent film subjects.) âyouâre the one who walked into my shot,â cressida grumbles. âbut whateverâ iâve got more than enough footage. no thanks to you, of course.â
"excuse me?" the words leave her lips before she can help herself. if there was one thing the entire capitol had an abundance of, it was leech-like people crawling around searching for the best and quickest way to garner attention and have their moment. she herself had been one of those people once, though it wasn't necessarily hard for her to dig her hooks into the capitol the right way. it was eat or be eaten here and lilith had never been one to lie down and take it. so naturally, this is what lilith assumes is happening here, looking down at the person with a scrunched face in disgust. "you're in my space. take your little camera and shoot somewhere else."
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Aurelius is the pinnacle of composure, the total antithesis to the disorder in his immediate surroundings. One of his several responsibilities as Chief Operating Officer was overseeing operations. Considering the disarray, there didnât seem to be much good that could come from his supervision. Sure, the delayed launch certainly put a damper on things, but Aurelius knew better than to rush perfection.
Heâs met with similar chaos in the lobby. Several parties appear to register Aureliusâs presence, but only one immediately captures his attention. Itâs difficult not to, with her presently attached to his arm. CELESTIA DOOLITTLE is a welcomed reprieve from the bewildered masses. Sheâd been no stranger to scandalâ the only difference is the Doolittleâs actually came with substantial consequences. Where most capitolites would disguise (and frequently poorly at that) their anxieties surrounding the delay, Celestia is forthright with her uncertainty.Â
âCelestia.â A smirk now adorns his attractive features. Itâs the sort of beauty that can only be obtained by someone who sleeps at least eight hours every night. âWish I had a better answer for you, but Iâve been told everyone should just sit tight for now.â And that wouldnât be the worst thing in the worldâ for the present moment, at least. âOf course. Wouldnât want to carry any bad vibes into relaunch, yeah?â He smiles. âItâs a shame such a nice outfit went to waste, though.â Itâs difficult to tell whether heâs talking about Celestia or himself. Â
á´ĄĘá´:Â CELESTIA DOLITTLE & OPEN
á´ĄĘá´Ęá´:Â TRIBUTE TOWER, LOBBY
á´ĄĘá´É´:Â DAY OF THE (FAILED) LAUNCH
Celestia was not having a good day. Her first thought upon noticing that the elevators weren't working this morning was that she had somehow messed up, which would have been very embarrassing. Once it became clear that the faulty technology actually had nothing to do with her ( yay! ) her second thought was that this delay would be kind of annoying for her. For one thing, she'd already picked out her outfit for the launch party she was attending tonight ( a very flattering hot pink slip dress and matching kitten heels, of course ). For another, this meant that she wouldn't be off the hook from the responsibilities that came with her job for another couple of days at least.
Usually the launch was the end of things for Celestia ( unless her tributes won... which had never actually happened, but maybe soon! ). She would take her tributes down to the basement, bid them farewell, and wait for them to die. She never really watched the games ( they were a tad too boring for her taste â ninety-five percent of the time nothing happened, and the other five percent was a little too gory ), so she would generally be informed that they'd died while she was out at some sort of games-adjacent party. She mourned, of course â sometimes even for a week â and always thought of something nice to say when she wrote home to the tributes' families, but the launch generally marked the end of her active involvement.
Truthfully, Celestia was a little confused as to what she was supposed to be doing now. She'd already done all of her little tasks before the games were supposed to start, and the parties she was supposed to be at right now had been postponed. Instead, she finds herself in the lobby of the tribute centre in her party outfit, sipping on a matching pink cocktail and waiting for somebody to tell her what she was supposed to be doing next. Thankfully, she spots a vaguely familiar face walking by and shuffles over to grab them by the arm. "So... like, do you know what we're supposed to be doing right now? Because usually someone, like, tells me what I'm supposed to be doing. And are we going to get new outfits for when they re-do the launch, because I feel like my one has been spoiled and I really hate repeating outfits, you know?"
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âYeah? Whoâs asking?â they retort moments before looking up.
Well shit. They groan internally, a groan that verges on becoming external. Cressida knows better. They were better off throwing in the towel nowâ thereâd been no way anything would get done in the presence of DELILAH RIPLEY. Any inspiration they once possessed evaporated with Delilahâs arrivalâ an unfortunate casualty of the politicianâs proverbial hellfire.
âYeah,â she says again, more matter of factly this time. Not an outright lieâ for while Cressida may not have had permission, they hadnât been told not to film either. âNot on me, though. Left my permission slip in my other camera bag.â They shrug.
"Excuse me?" Delilah turns on her heel to better face the distraction. The tower was a mess â people running around like headless chickens and nobody with enough presence of mind to tell her exactly what had gone wrong and whose fault it was. Getting her head around what had actually happened was the first step in being able to twist the story to suit her needs â something about the insurgents trying and failing to destroy systems that had been in place for decades for no reason other than to cause anarchy. Yeah â that would work.
She's talking to one of the hapless escorts when she is rudely interrupted, and whatever conversation she had been engaged in is quickly forgotten. "Do you have permission to film in here?"
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âyou arenât wrong. it makes you great for filming.â their words are declared a matter of factly, and while they unknowingly took on the form of a compliment, cressidaâs words are stated purely in artistic observation. itâs one of her oldest habitsâ blurring the line between filmmaking and everyday life, which carried over to interpersonal relationships. lydia is different though. sheâs a co-worker, a muse, and a friend all in one. still, this overlap only increased the potential for blurring.
they look to lydia, and for a moment, theyâre sure thereâs something else behind her smiling expressionâ something they arenât sure they presently have the answer for. they look back to the camera, examining the frame thoughtfully. ânot on dutyâ just testing a few things out mostly.â they look again to lydia, mulling over a few ideas. âdistracting, but never annoying. maybe youâll even be able to help.â
she is watching , dark eyes scanning the room with an intensity so foreign to lydia dorame ; known airhead , self absorbed queen of the silver screen . it was once an easy disguise to wear , but self awareness has fought past those whimsical defences and stripped her bare . look at her now , heart pounding beneath a gauzy white dress , wandering the lobby as a confused sponsor and smiling for the cameras which capture the starlet â hungry as ever .
their voice reaches her , travels up the knots in her lengthy spine and forces a shiver . a familiar , calming presence , and lydia whirls with a grin to face them . there is something in her eyes which she is sure cressida can spot , an unsureness , a weariness that something large is coming for them . " impossible , i have no bad angles . " she breezes free of their lens , moving instead to stand beside them , glancing towards whatever it was they were capturing . " are you on duty or am i allowed to annoy you ? "
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when he fails to locate gill amongst the other tributes, a feeling of dread permeates through him. something is wrong. this would be a different sort of game than the one won nearly thirty years ago. during this game, the full extent of the stakes remains undisclosed. he bites back his frustration bitterly, knowing finding gill meant staying alive first. templesmithâs counting is sobering enough. as the numbers creep closer to one, finnick is overwhelmed with the beginnings and endings contained in the countdownâs conclusion. the beginning of the games. the potential end of annieâs world.Â
the gong sounds and finnick is pried from the dark chasm of his thoughts. the snow becomes something else to weigh him down, nothing unlike its human, capitolite counterpart. still, years of deep water running prepares him for this very moment. the cornucopia inches closer, and he manages the retrieve the closest thing he could find to a tridentâ a long silver spear. with the weapon in hand, he knows what he must do next.
katniss. peetaâs token is tucked tightly into his pocket as he races after her. when finnick finally comes across her, he finds himself surprised by how quickly sheâs able to mount an arrow directly in his face. âeverdeen. fancy seeing you here,â he says, teeth slightly chattering from the cold air, holding up his hands, and dropping the spear next to him for good measure. it left him vulnerable, but this would not be a game survived playing safe. âthink youâll be familiar with the handiwork.â he holds up the wooden mockingjay charm between his fingers. âteam up with me. beyond it being a brilliant plan, the cameras would love it.â sponsors would love it. he looks at her expectedly, attempting to predict any potential reactions.Â
closed to @gcdeater . the arena , cornucopia .
katniss is shaking as she is rises into the arena , chest pumping with adrenaline , and with terror as peeta is dragged out of the launch room , battered and blue . it's clear what they have done as her braid whips against her cheek , the wind howling in her ears , chest concaving with vicious sobs , and she cannot for one moment focus on the arena . she can see nothing but her husband beaten by peacekeepers , then taken off to who knows where , nothing more than a message sent her way .
claudius templesmith is counting down , and katniss attempts to pull herself together , to remind herself that this is life or death â and when she can't find rye , her knees near buckle , but she holds herself together . there is nothing to be surprised by in panem any more , and besides if he isn't here , it can't be so terrible . i'll find him , she reminds herself . but for now she must remain alive , and those instincts which have gotten her to her thirty sixth year kick in .
the gong rings , and she runs , darting through the snow as best she can . she's used to a rough winter in twelve , more than used to the pain of hunting in the depths of december , but katniss has never known anything like this . her fingers are around the bow when her senses pick it up , the arrival of another ; she spins , arrow notched , and is met with the face of finnick odair .
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IN ANOTHER LIFETIME, IT IS LIVINIA SEATED UPON THE THRONE, SELECTED RIGHTFULLY BY THEIR FATHER BASED ON CAPABILITY AND MERIT.Â
Not in this life, though. In this lifetime, itâs Aurelius with the dumb luck of gender and birth order, alongside a kilowatt smile and the charisma to match. Even when the scale isnât tipped in his favorâ heâs proven how effortlessly it could be shifted. His fall from grace and swift reascension is proof of such. In Aureliusâs absence, Auggie has no choice but to sit at the center of the universe. Considering his hasty departure from the public eye, itâs not as if heâd left them with any other options. Sure, perhaps sheâd eventually rise to the task, a makeshift earth for the other planets to revolve aroundâ but Aurelius, the golden one, remained the sun. Heâs grateful someone kept the proverbial throne warm, nonetheless.Â
As Livinia attempts to storm past him, managing to storm into him instead, Aurelius appraises the present condition of his sister. Nothing like her usual selfâ that was for sure. Sheâd likely been succumbing to the pressure on the launch, its varying delays, and planning Rheaâs funeral (something he assumes neither Auggie nor Max's participated in, for sheâd been too prideful to ask, and theyâd been too useless to volunteer.) Heâs unaccustomed to seeing her this way. Hell, the majority of the world was. Itâs the price of being the perfect siblingâ working within a minute margin of error.
âWoah, Livi,â Aurelius says, throwing up his hands in mock defense. âTake a chill pill. And watch the suit, will you?â Heâd only had it steamed and tailored a few days ago. He didnât need his sisterâs bad vibe-inducing wrinkles fucking with his image. âWho are you actually mad at right now? Since I know it isnât me.â He smiles broadly, his tone infuriatingly tranquil.Â
á´ĄĘá´:Â LIVINIA CRANE & OPEN
á´ĄĘá´Ęá´:Â TRIBUTE TOWER, LOBBY
á´ĄĘá´É´:Â DAY OF THE (PROPER) LAUNCH
Livinia could not hide the fact that she was on edge. She wasn't sure whether she had sat down for more than thirty consecutive seconds since the failed games launch yesterday. She certainly hadn't slept. She'd spent nearly forty-eight straight in the control room, trying to fix the mess that she now found herself in. This was shaping up to be perhaps one of the longest and most continuously awful weeks of her life, but, she had assured herself that she would feel better once the launch actually happened and the tributes were in the arena.
And she had, for a minute. After staying up all night working on fixing everything that had gone wrong and ensuring that safeguards were firmly in place to make certain it wouldn't happen again, the tributes were in the arena. She could see them on her screen, turning against one another and starting the bloodbath in typical, brutal, violent fashion. For a minute, as the countdown hit zero and the games began without any further hitches, Livinia felt relief wash over her.
It was quickly replaced by exhaustion, irritation, and the overwhelming feeling of impending doom that so often accompanied sleep deprivation. Only a couple of hours into the games, she is sent away by her supervisor to "try and get some rest" ( he'd said it with false sincerity â playing pretend at caring about Livinia's wellbeing, rather than reacting to the fact that she had just spent five minutes screaming at an apprentice for reading out some incorrect data to her ).
It was bullshit, because she didn't need rest any more than anybody else in that room, but Livinia had swallowed her pride and agreed to take her break when her supervisor's expression makes it clear that this was not a request. She's paying very little attention to where she's going as she heads back to her apartment in the tower, rubbing at her bleary eyes â and so, maybe it's her fault when she collides headfirst into an oncoming person. Maybe, but she sure as hell isn't going to take accountability for it. "Fuck," She curses â perhaps a little more aggressively than she would have, had she slept at all in the past week. "Watch where you're fucking going."
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lucy liu . cis woman . she/her âśÂ DID YOU SEE THEM ?! theyâre finally back as a MENTOR , and you know theyâre one of my favourites ! itâs ADALINA CHEN , the FIFTY year old WINNER of the FIFTY-EIGHT hunger games! iâm just so excited to see them returning to the capitol all the way from DISTRICT NINE ! they won their games using SICKLE / PLANT KNOWLEDGE so their tributes will no doubt be desperate for their wisdom. the capitol just loved them for being so PERSEVERING , even if they have been known to be SECRETIVE at times. they DO have a relative in this years games ( daughter ) and they DID volunteer to go into the arena with them . ( character IS part of the uprising ) Â
STATS
name: adalina chen
birthday: september 9th
zodiac: virgo sun, pisces moon, taurus rising
gender: cis-woman
pronouns: she/her
orientation: bisexual biromantic
occupation: mentor
district: nine
family: layla chen (mother), miller chen (father) â , cybele chen (sister) â , amira chen (sister), reuben chen (brother), jamie chen (daughter), zea chen (daughter), jem hutch (estranged baby daddy)
faceclaim: lucy liu
PERSONALITY
positive traits: adaptable, level-headed, responsible, considerate, stoic, witty
negative traits: assertive, coarse, impatient, strict, stubborn, skeptical
moral alignment: lawful good
mbti: intj (the architect)
enneagram: 6 (the loyalist)
temperament: melancholic
deadly sin: pride
heavenly virtue: diligence
parallels: nani pelekai (lilo & stitch), nynaeve alâmeara (wheel of time), calvinâs mom (calvin & hobbes)
BACKGROUND
LONG BEFORE SHE EVER LEARNS TO READ OR WRITE, ADALINA LEARNS TO WEILD A SICKLE. if you were old enough to walk, then you were old enough to workâ this was the golden rule of the chen household. even before she acquires the skill to properly wield the tool, sheâs out in the wheat fields alongside her parents and siblings, transferring the fallen wheat to its designated place.
she spends a significant amount of time avoiding her designated tasks, instead using her time to entertain herself. when youâre as young and fun-starved as she was, the endless wheat fields become the perfect playground. she always ends up caught after some timeâ but she savors each moment of freedom.
to think that one day sheâd wind up being the sibling to retrieve her own younger siblings. adalina is youthful until she isnât. ask her younger siblings, and theyâll explain that they one day woke up to a grandmother in a teenagerâs body. she becomes the spitting image of her own mom, directing her younger siblings in the same way, ensuring that the familial harvests were are prosperous as possible.
even when they bickered, they still remained a familial unit. when her younger sister is reaped, it devastates the family. sheâd only been twelve, and her family had done their best to limit the use of tesserae. still, they were unable to avoid this possibility. adalina knows what she needs to do. she promptly raises her hand, volunteering on her sisterâs behalf.
(arena lore coming soonâŚ)
she never becomes the darling victor the capitol hoped her. sheâs just as rough around the edges as she was before the game, preferring a life as far outside of the public eye as possible. its when sheâs begun settling down in the victorâs village that she meets himâ the man responsible for rerouting her world. she loves him, adores him evenâ to the point that it must all be kept a secret, lest the capitol decides to exploit their dynamic.
itâs simply no way for a family to live. wholly in hiding, and without him being able to see his child without risk of the information falling into the wrong hands. eventually, they go their separate ways, with adalina returning home to reunite with her family, and to welcome her second child into the world.
she makes a living, raises her daughters, and never truly stops missing him. she puts on a brave face, rarely letting anyone in on her genuine emotions.
when her daughter is reaped, it all comes flooding back; no longer can adalina avoid reckoning with the events of her past. just like the first time, adalina raises her hand to volunteer without hesitation. sheâd continue to do so, as many times as it would take
itâs one of her daughters that gets her wrapped up in rebel activity. while you preferred to remain on the sidelines for these sorts of things, thereâs no ignoring the injustices her family and many others continued to face.
FUN FACTS
adalina was 100% the mom friend long before she became an actual mom.
her vibes are like well intentioned grumpy farmer man. stay out her way but also did you eatâŚ
she has two daughters, zea and jamie, whose names are subject to change if anyone is interested in playing them. (;
prefers to keep her head down and go with the flow of things, something thatâs become increasingly difficult as of late.
CONNECTIONS
daughters please daughters please / childhood friends and current friends / sheâs 50 so ik she tried to date at least one person despite never really ever getting over jem (sheâs an earth sign she never lets go) / pseudo children that became her children b/c she eventually just parented them so many times they couldnât deny it anymore / someone sheâs extremely suspicious of
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gugu mbatha raw . demi-woman . she / they âśÂ I RECOGNISE THAT FACE ! thatâs MADGE UNDERSEE , the THIRTY-SIX year old GRAND PIANIST/VOLUNTEER MEDIC from DISTRICT TWELVE . theyâve been in the capitol around TEN YEARS , long enough to gain a reputation for being so lionhearted & paranoid . theyâre so lucky getting to live in the tribute center for the duration of the games! ( character IS part of the uprising )
STATS
name: madge undersee
birthday: july 14th
zodiac: cancer sun, pisces moon, taurus rising
gender: demi-woman
pronouns: she/they
orientation: pansexual panromantic
occupation: grand pianist/volunteer medic
district: twelve
family: dianthus undersee (father), nicoletta undersee (mother)
faceclaim: gugu mbatha-raw
PERSONALITY
positive traits: amiable, compassionate, courageous, curious, hardworking, idealistic, perceptive, sentimental
negative traits: mannered, opinionated, paranoid, presumptuous, quirky, sheltered, secretive, possessive
moral alignment: neutral good
mbti: infj-a (the advocate)
enneagram: 1 (the reformer)
temperament: phlegmatic
deadly sin: envy
heavenly virtue: charity
parallels: eliza hamilton (hamilton), belle (beauty & the beast), rachel chu (crazy rich asians)
BACKGROUND
IN THE STREETS OF DISTRICT TWELVE, MADGE UNDERSEE STICKS OUT FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS. her dresses, always beautiful, are always a tad too new. she never learns what it means to go hungry. when itâs time to sign up for tesserae, madgeâs family never does so. always the precocious child, madge asks her father, mayor undersee, why she couldnât opt-in and donate the rationing to someone who needed it more. he informs her of the stakes, and she is wholly unfazed. ensuring someone else could eat, at the risk of entering the arena, appeared a small price to pay.Â
mayor underseeâs gaze darkens. to think she saw so little value in her own life. she was of his blood, and her brazen attempt to throw away her life becomes a slight against himself. after all, he and his wife had done to ensure she never be met with hardship. when he storms off wordlessly, madge is made to piece together her wrongdoing through her fatherâs silence.Â
friends come and go easier than expected. madge is kind, but sheâs somewhat eccentric. her interests frequently deviated from that of her peers, which became the most notable amidst conversation. madge, who knew little outside the confines of the undersee household and the piano lessons she frequented, was nowhere near the conversationalist most wouldâve expected from her. still, she welcomes each and every friend.
it takes several failing friendships for madge to realize that there is a flaw in her friendship philosophy. she realizes that those select few people would only desire association based on her name alone. that was no way to sustain a friendship, and they tended to fizzle out one way or another. the people she often considered her friends most likely didnât realize how dear they were to her. you could care about people from armâs length.
when katniss volunteers, madge is reminded of their shared lunch table. sheâd noticed her sitting alone one day. next thing she knows, sheâs sitting diagonally from herâ her other table mates watching her perplexedly. no words are exchanged beyond awkward first greetings, but madge knows thereâs something about the girl she likes. itâs why when the time arrives, madge relinquishes her auntâs mockingjay pin, insisting that she wear it in the arenaâ meant to serve as a symbol of district twelve.
when rumor of rebel activity begins circulating, mayor undersee becomes increasingly suspicious of his only daughter. while she tended to walk the straight and narrow, sheâd proven on more than one occasion that a bleeding heart often led her to trouble. sheâd have no particular interest in leaving home, but mayor undersee arranges for her to attend music school in the capitol. sheâs somewhere far away from the rebellious district.Â
when she graduates, she lands (though she suspects this was also arranged by her father) a position in one of the top orchestra companies as a grand pianist. madge is ethereal when she plays, giving into the pianoâs every whim. still, it's no secret that her talent surpasses her interest. she possessed the notoriety and accolades, but her heart wasnât really in it. itâs during a visit home that madge stumbles across rebel activity without realizing so. itâs almost immediately that she knows what she needs to do.
madge abruptly abandons her career as a grand pianist. to the outside world, sheâs merely taking a hiatus to find herself, to perform with the same vivacity as she once did. she begins training as a volunteer medicâ a position of her own choosing (a freedom sheâs unaccustomed to.) there are faces she recognizes, faces she recognizes in a way she didnât beforeâ with the newfound knowledge of what theyâre all working toward.Â
FUN FACTS
madge has a ten year old calico cat named sweetheart. she adopted her while working in the symphony, wanting company in her quiet studio apartment.
while she and her parents are on good terms, they were never particularly close to begin with, as if there was immediate distance between them the moment she's born.
despite her father being the one to insist on her playing piano, madge has always held a special appreciation for music.
training as a medic makes her feel differently, though. she feels fulfilled in a way the music never made her.
CONNECTIONS
childhood friends/acquaintances / people she came across while working in the capitol / fellow district 12 rebel friends / teenage romance prior her attending music school / other people she's played music with / someone who rubbed her the wrong way / a friend who winds up betraying her in the end
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glen powell . cis man . he/him âśÂ I RECOGNISE THAT FACE ! thatâs AURELIUS CRANE , the THIRTY-FOUR year old C.O.O. @ CTN from THE CAPITOL . theyâve been in the capitol HIS WHOLE LIFE , long enough to gain a reputation for being so AMBITIOUS & RUTHLESS . theyâre so lucky getting to live in the tribute center for the duration of the games! ( character ISNâT part of the uprising )Â
STATS
name: aurelius crane
birthday: january 17th
zodiac: capricorn sun, aries moon, libra rising
gender: cis-man
pronouns: he/him
orientation: bisexual biromantic
occupation: c.o.o. at c.t.n.
district: capitol
family: augustus crane sr. (father) penelope crane (mother) â , rhea crane (stepmother) â , auggie crane (younger sibling), livinia crane (younger sister), maxim crane (younger brother), priam plinth (brother-in-law)
faceclaim: glen powell
PERSONALITY
positive traits: ambitious, charismatic, pragmatic, clever, witty, persuasive, steadfast
negative traits: crafty, aloof, cruel, apathetic, ruthless, calculating, greedy, dishonest, self-centered, obnoxious
moral alignment: lawful evil
mbti: entj (the commander)
enneagram: 8 (the challenger)
temperament: choleric
deadly sin: lust
heavenly virtue: patience
parallels: mr. wickham (pride & prejudice), light yagami (death note), jeff winger (community)
BACKGROUND
tw: addiction, terminal illness, death
THE FIRST CRANE SON IS BORN, AND ALREADY HAS INHERITED THE ENTIRETY OF AN EMPIRE. aurelius, they call him. the golden one, named after the roman general marcus aurelius. the union between augustus and penelope crane is unrivaledâ rarely did a pairing between two wealthy capitolite families result in genuine love. augustus crane adores his wife, just as he adores the princeling theyâve created. together, theyâd watch their son usher in a new era of an empire.
at least, that was what they intended to do. itâs not long before the young mother is plagued by an incurable illness. augustus crane expends nearly every penny available on experimental procedures if only to slightly increase the already impossible odds of her survival. aurelius, too young to understand the implications of his motherâs demise, watches on alongside his overbearing nannies and tutors.Â
the crane queen is dead. there is little warmth left to fill the crisp, hard-hearted hallways left in penelopeâs wake. something within augustus shifts forever more. there is no returning to the person he was before losing his beloved. even when he eventually remarries the woman that would bear him three more children, he regards them differently and is brazen in his demonstration.
aurelius, the only son bore by his true love, is elevated through his fatherâs withstanding undying adulation for his dead mother. his insistence on holding on to her elevates her to something of a saint in the crane household. unlike the living family members, penelope crane could do no wrong; in turn, neither could her darling princeling.Â
the preferential treatment is almost laughable. a better man wouldâve taken pity on his siblings. instead, he exploits such disparities at every given moment.
auggie, doomed to the position of second born, is perhaps the most difficult to understand. the unpredictability, perhaps stemming from some middle childhood syndrome, is something heâs never quite been able to grasp. sheâs perhaps the least receptive to aurelius, and thus the sibling he deems least worthy of his attention. she would destroy herself a thousand times overâ his aiding in such destruction would likely be unnecessary.Â
livinia, whose potential is perpetually quashed through their fatherâs withstanding attachment to the patriarchal family structure, is constantly shortchanged and overlooked for positions she rightfully earnedâ something aurelius reminds her of at any given moment, if only to reassure her that he continues to remain on her side.Â
by the time maxim, the youngest crane is born, little attention is left to afford him. there is little reason for augustus sr. to invest himself in his son's upbringing, not when an heir already exists. maxim, the most similar to aurelius of all, is easy to keep at bay and on a proverbial leash. he tosses him affirmations like wayward bones, only ever enough to keep him in an unending state of hopefulness.Â
itâs not long before aurelius begins experimenting with his own infallibility. with the ample room for mistakes afforded him, there is a ripe opportunity to explore such. heâs in his mid-twenties when he takes an interest in the capitolite party scene. it doesnât get in the way of his duties at first, but when it eventually does, a new tension is introduced into the folds of the crane family. how capable, really, is the firstborn heir?Â
still, even as aurelius begins spiraling, augustus sr. would allow no ill word to be spoken out against his firstborn son. where his siblings may have been disowned, augustus sr. instead pleads. return to him his beloved heir. an heir not soiled through the continuous pursuit of hedonism. his pleas go unansweredâ aurelius is too far gone to be reached.Â
when aurelius nearly overdoses, some part of him understands enough is enough. measures are taken to ensure such knowledge never reaches the general public. some parties are bribed, others are ushered into exile. he is in no position to remain heir, and the second born is coaxed into filling his absence. if he could not have aurelius as an heir, he would at least have him as a son. just as resources were once poured into his motherâs treatment, augustus sr. spares no expense for his treatment. he already lost his wife, and he would not lose his son too.
several years pass, and aurelius eventually begins taking on the shape of his former self. there is little work for him to doâ not when augustus sr. would stop the time if it meant restoring him to his former position. heâd be lying if he said his return to his fatherâs good graces wasnât terribly easy. he never really did leave them, after all. itâs as if what little grace augustus sr. has to offer is wholly poured into his onlyâ into his firstborn son.Â
still, he realizes how comfortable his siblings have grown in his absence. theyâve long entertained the potential of a world he wasnât in.
never mind that, though. AURELIUS CRANE has returned to c.t.n. with a vengeance, newly anointed in the position of c.o.o. as the rumors begin circulating around the officeâ many are left wondering if this stint in rehab would be his last. aurelius reassures them, with a cocksure grin that could only come from years of little to no consequences for his actions, that he is here to stay this time.Â
and even if he wasnât, there would always be a place for him to return. he has no reason to shy away from his past. not when augustus sr. has made it abundantly clear that the playing field is not leveled. there would always be ample room to make mistakes. to think one manâs attachment to an outdated system would be enough for him to continually fuck himself over in the name of some dead manâs tradition. his father has always been a foolâ and aurelius would continue to reap the benefits of such absurdity.Â
FUN FACTS
thereâs a reason the first born crane doesnât share a name with his father. his mother insisted on him having a name of his own, one with its own unique meaning. augustus sr. agrees out of love for his wife.
aurelius is notorious for the parties he once threw in the capitol. he doesnât mind revisiting his past, but let it be known that he is on the straight and narrow now.
while his father and stepmother would like aurelius to be married, itâs not something required or expected of him. unlike livinia, aurelius isnât required to have a pet husband in order to warrant respect within the company. (but hey, livinia could probably use someone to reach things off the top shelf, and priam surely fit the bill.) he prefers playing the field, at the moment.
the eldest crane, and his siblings worst nightmare. not because of how he treats them, but because augustus sr. favors him, and is unabashed in his reminding them of such.
CONNECTIONS
people he used to party with / exes / enemies / hookups / unrequited affection / people heâs fucked over to get ahead / coworkers @ c.t.n. / capitolites who run in similar circles / an assistant / an ex-fiancĂŠ / âfriendsâ / a lure back into his old lifestyle
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simone ashley . cis-woman . she/her âśÂ I RECOGNISE THAT FACE! thatâs PRISCILLA HIGHBOTTOM , the THIRTY-ONE year old SOCIALITE from THE CAPITOL . theyâve been in the capitol THEIR ENTIRE LIFE , long enough to gain a reputation for being so AMIABLE & MANIPULATIVE . theyâre so lucky getting to live in the tribute center for the duration of the games! ( character ISNâT part of the uprising )
STATS
name: priscilla highbottom
birthday: june 11th
zodiac: gemini sun, sagitarrius moon, capricorn rising
gender: cis-woman
pronouns: she/her
orientation: lesbian
occupation: socialite
district: capitol
family: juno highbottom (mother), virgil highbottom (father), dulce highbottom (sibling), aloysius highbottom (cousin)
faceclaim: simone ashley
PERSONALITY
positive traits: adaptable, charismatic, eloquent, meticulous, sociable
negative traits: apathetic, calculating, deceitful, dogmatic, egocentric, haughty, insincere
moral alignment: true neutral
mbti: entj-a (the commander)
enneagram: 8 (the challenger)
temperament: choleric
deadly sin: greed
heavenly virtue: diligence
parallels: madelyn stillwell (the boys), blair waldorf (gossip girl), regina george (mean girls)
BACKGROUND
priscilla is introduced to the stakes of perfection at a young age. the firstborn daughter of juno and virgil highbottom is everything the capitolite couple couldâve asked forâ the perfect addition to an already immaculate familial image. she becomes a beautiful, malleable doll for her parents shaping. she rises to the task, internalizing their every value. the perfect heir and even more perfect soldier.
with a path already laid out before her conception, there is little for priscilla to do outside of following along her predetermined path. there is little opportunity to develop an identity outside of her parentsâ expectations, something she never minds in her early childhood. itâs not until her late teens that she begins yearning for something more.
what exactly did more mean, exactly? this is the question priscilla is plagued with. desperately she craves something to call her own. something within her controlâ a place where her parents influence could not reach her. what better way to accomplish such than by posing as a rebel?
sure, there were hobbies she couldâve pursued and a plethora of rebellious actions she couldâve taken that were less risky than actually joining a rebellion, but this wouldnât suffice. priscilla, constantly swept up by melodrama and grand gestures, must choose the most drastic path.
itâs not long before she stumbles upon a particular district twelve healerâ a beautiful girl, who radiated warmth in a way unheard of in her own life, and the two fall quickly in love. or so it seems.
you see, itâs through prim did priscilla sees an opportunity. she remains by her side, there to absorb every detail of her bleeding heart, using insider knowledge to undermine the districtâs rebellion from within.
if you ask priscilla, sheâll say that was always her intention. that she never felt anything for prim, and that she was merely another pawn in one of her schemes. as if sheâd ever genuinely consider siding with the rebels. itâs laughable, really.
this answer is nearly enough for her parents upon her eventual return home. not without some stipulations, though. to fully return to their good graces, she must remain on the straight and narrow. more specifically, she needed to get a job as an escort. after attempting to bribe her way into district one, she winds up in district seven, to her dismay.Â
she wonât let on to her discomfort, in the same way she masks any genuine emotion she has in favor of a polished, perfect counterpart. though itâs evident to many that something darker lurks beneath.
FUN FACTS
extremely fake. do not trust her.
has a nose ring and four ear piercings along each ear.
is a notorious gossip. if you ask her, though, she'll simply say she enjoys the free flow of information.
CONNECTIONS
a fake ass friend group / a relationship for pr purposes / district 12 rebels that know she's a snake bich / enemies / frenemies / hookups
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